Bad Blood Under Old Scars

Once we were friends.

Once I would take your side till the end.

Once I realized the end is already come and gone.

Used to be I'd never admit this.

Used to be I'd never try to be mean to you.

Used to be is no more.

Now you are just "that straight girl".

Now I don't feel so friendly.

Now I am nice to you for diplomatic reasons.

I've been good, kept you from being ostracized.

I've been nice, kept peace after you fall apart and deal insults.

I've been more than fair, kept your reputation as it is without this information.

You said yourself you're not a good friend sometimes. 

Perhaps it would've been better to tell me to stay away because you rather not hurt me.

But instead you led me on, and I so willingly followed.

Shame on me then.

I did have my own purpose though, it wasn't completely blind.

And I stuck around afterwards,
In part to prove I didn't like you only because I once fell for you.

So I think this is an unofficial goodbye.

Goodbye friend, N.